Perhaps the simplest way to explain why I brought Shasta home, and turned myself in to the police even though they had no idea who I was, is to say that I had a change of heart... a terrifyingly powerful change of heart. And it had a lot to do with the natural courage I witnessed in both Shasta and her brother Dylan, but especially in Shasta. She opened her heart to me despite my best efforts to make her fear and hate me. She taught me the true meaning and the power of pure love and forgiveness. It was this lesson that compelled me, and still compels me, to act compassionately toward her and all other human beings - even those I once hated and feared to the point of insane rage, and even those who still fear and hate me today. Shasta restored my sanity with true unconditional love. I like to tell people that I didn't bring her home; she brought me!
"In tragic circumstances too, the psychic can emerge, when all at once the whole being gathers together in a great poignant intensity, and something is rent: then we feel a kind of presence behind which makes us do things we would normally be quite incapable of doing.” - Satprem, "Sri Aurobindo, or the Adventure of Consciousness"
Monday, April 2, 2012
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Joseph Duncan
U.S. Penitentiary, # 12561-023
P.O. Box 33
Terre Haute, Indiana 47808
U.S.A.
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